There's a flicker in the back of his mind as John takes off his boots to say something at least generally flirtatious, but he can't come up with anything. Which is probably way more distressing than it should be. But it's easier to be upset about that than…
I have to go get your mother.
Jack closes his eyes, as if that can shut out the echo of memory, and he's never been so grateful to be pushed around. Should be joking about that too. Should be, can't.
At least his body and mind are still on speaking terms, well enough to follow what John's told him anyway. He's fine, absolutely perfectly bloody fine until he starts unbuttoning his shirt and feels his hands shaking. But he can stop that, he's damn good at stopping it. He's had to, lots of times, because you can't fire a gun with shaking hands.
"Come on Javic,pull it together-" it takes a second too long to realize what he's said. Gray saying it, that's one thing. He's family, all he has left, that's different. But he hasn't been that man--that boy--in centuries, can't be him, doesn't know how--
"It's just a word. Doesn't mean anything. Can't even remember what it meant," he k growls under his breath, and at least the anger steadies his fingers enough to get his damn shirt off.
cw: beginning of panic attack/mild dissociation
I have to go get your mother.
Jack closes his eyes, as if that can shut out the echo of memory, and he's never been so grateful to be pushed around. Should be joking about that too. Should be, can't.
At least his body and mind are still on speaking terms, well enough to follow what John's told him anyway. He's fine, absolutely perfectly bloody fine until he starts unbuttoning his shirt and feels his hands shaking. But he can stop that, he's damn good at stopping it. He's had to, lots of times, because you can't fire a gun with shaking hands.
"Come on Javic,pull it together-" it takes a second too long to realize what he's said. Gray saying it, that's one thing. He's family, all he has left, that's different. But he hasn't been that man--that boy--in centuries, can't be him, doesn't know how--
"It's just a word. Doesn't mean anything. Can't even remember what it meant," he k growls under his breath, and at least the anger steadies his fingers enough to get his damn shirt off.